Ellie Oswego Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the smell - sweat, perfume, regret. Mixes in yer nose like a bad stew. I dig it tho, it’s alive! Not like those prissy types, all fake and polished. Whore’s got soul, man, soul! “I’m not goin back to that life” - another Brooklyn gem, fits perfect. They dream, ya know? Dream big, even when the world’s kickin em down.

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Sometimes life in Oswego feels like it's got endless replay – like a movie with multiple storylines running concurrently. I mean, there's always drama, always heart. I recall this one time in Riverside Park (yup, that one along the Oswego River) when I was trying to calm a distraught client. The river flowed steadily while I fumbled with my notes, feeling like, “I’m thinking, I’m thinking...” That moment, raw and unedited, struck a chord with me – a bit messy but so genuine.

Obituary | Frederick A. Orr of Oswego, New York